I have a trainer. Her name is Mimi. Once a week we meet up and workout for an hour. Even though my body aches for a day after, I look forward to my visit with her. I realized yesterday that one big reason is that for one hour a week I get to talk exclusively about "me".
She constantly asks me odd questions to get the conversation started. I know she does this to get my mind off the 40 pounds of weights she has on my shoulders while I'm squatting. But really, its nice.
Usually the conversation starts at one place and slowly over time it veres this way and that, and by the end of the hour I'm sweating, I'm out of breath, and I just feel good.
Yesterday's conversation started out very simply. I think I just walked out of the locker room, found her by the sign in desk, and said "Mimi, I appear to be mean to people these days. I'm just warning you,", and we went from there. At the end of the hour, I was feeling very zen.
I guess in a way, she is my therapist. Once a week, I get a real full body and mind workout. Maybe I should try to file a claim with my medical insurance and put her as an out of network clinician. It could work?
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
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